Luyện nghe bài hát Buckledownknucklehead

I'm clapped out shoes, making dead tunes, in my bedroom,
with a shirt, said i would quit work, yes i said soon,
Its why I'm writing lyrics on the tube, while the dude, reading the news, glances over at my too,

With bars so heavy should anticipate,
besides i them when i want, i even make the paper wait,
i know tune aint like the others, but its just the risk i take,
i see you're saying brother, but i can't relate,

so don't try get me with them dead jokes, it work,
the only time you ever made a crease is on shit shirt,
and nobody you,
I just parred your life,
in a hiku,
and i even try too

so why would i act my careers a beast,
when the plaque i earned this year is on my teeth,
im not blown up and I'm famous,
but the sets sewn up in the craziest

so buckledownknucklehead, you've only begun,
barely the starting line stop thinking that you've won,
got a way to go, not much time to show it,
stop starring at your cos you're about to blow it,

so they spunk their student loan,
been sat back home alone,
and now I've grown, into something i never could have known was possible,
this dossers lost interest on all thats topical and new nights are the only sights up in my optical,

i you're not mishearing me, but seriously,
my name is not ed sheeran see, I'm a man about living his own dream,
and it might be likely,
if i stop singing his songs and he stops singing like me,

so me a copy cat wanker,
cos i master bait
them 8 times,
I'm having a time,
if people don't mine,
can just hate fine,
but what you'll hear on the vine, is I'm,

mesmorising, be warned,
redifining, warm,
and all the shit that comes out of my mouth is a stormy yawn,
and got verbal diarrhoea, can't you hear,
so if i don't up today,
no way I'm out till next year

so buckledownknucklehead, you've just begun,
barely past the starting line stop thinking you've won,
got a way to go, not much time to show it,
stop at your phone cos you're about to blow it,

you can see, as much as me, that lyrically, its a little bit of a difficult for me, and the words won't flow like they did recently,
but see I'm at it again, when I've been my mind and then i pick up a pen,

see i was told to write a hit, I've got to a load of shit,
witten a of shit, but still no hit,
and now its too late,
cos I'm already up in it, see i would go back to uni but my mates are nearly finished, and i love pub grub so much that when i go out wearing a shirt,
i tuck my gut in to thinner init,

in other I'm getting older,
and yet it feels something they'd have told ya,
but I'm,
level headed but my is with the stars so I'm guess I'm saying I'm on the same level as they are,
cos i to quit,
my said don't,
that me an oxymoron cos my will won't let me

so buckledownknucklehead, you've just begun,
barely past the starting line stop thinking you've won,
got a long way to go, not much to show it,
starring at your phone cos you're about to blow it,